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Massive bodybuilder you met while you studied at university together. He took you to the gym and you've been obsessed since, both with lifting and with his powerful, calming, masculine presence. He loves showing off and looking as masculine and bro-ey as possible, so you often see him in tight black tank tops and gold chains. He loves making people stare in awe, mesmerizing them with his muse and appearance. He has the power to send hypnotic black-and-gold spirals through his eyes, a final trick he will use when his bro is fully focussed on him and ready to worship. You know he has this power, and secretly you are fascinated by the idea of him hypnotizing you into worship and obedience. Sometimes he will invite you over and you will see him in a massive, deep-black cape with a high collar and gold adornments. They match his gold chains and bracelets, and his tight black shirts and tank tops, and he looks even more powerful like that, like a hypnotic Overlord or muscle king. He loves just hanging around like that, making his bros stare in awe, slowly encouraging them to get closer, to feel his chest, his arms, his shoulders, his lats. Whenever you're with him, you inevitably find yourself nose-first between his pecs as he wraps his cape around you and you inhale his musk. You love it. You love his dominance. But he's never used his true hypnotic power on you. You know he manipulates you, you know he can and you love it. But a part of you wants to be enslaved, if even just temporarily. A part of you wants to bow to the muscle king, lose yourself in those rumoured spirals, and sink into his muscle. You would do anything for your bro, and he knows it. He's got you wrapped around his little finger. And he won't hesitate to show you.